Here are the pages of my life. The pictures may only show the fun sides of my life for I don't regret any single moment in life. Enjoy the pages! I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I do...
-March 7, 2005-

Okay, I've got a few seconds to spare. I really need to write something on the blog. Or else, I'll blow up...

HikariWell, he's still saying NO, or DON'T, or WON'T, or CAN'T to this and that. The intensity is still a lot, but not so devastating anymore. For the time being. We suspect that he would try again some time later, though. Oh, well.Actually I've an interesting story about some wise mothers talking about tantrums. But, it'd be for next time. Just so I can have something to write about...

My MumShe's still calling. Not for me, as you have guessed, but for Hikari. The last time she called she had a request: she wanted Hikari back in Indonesia. Like, right now...Mum: When are you going back here? (This is her she-actually-knows-the-answer-already question)Me: Mom, you know when.Mum: No, I'm talking about now. Not later. When are you visiting us? (She used the word 'visiting')Me: Not now.Mum: Papa is sick. He keeps talking about Hikari.Me: Okay. Tell him Hikari is fine.Mum: You should (with the intonation of MUST) come back. Together with Hikari.Me: I can't. Why don't you and Pap come here?Mum: I CAN'T. I have a job, and your father can't travel.Me: Well, Mom, I have a job, too, you know.Mum: No, you don't.Me: *Sigh. I know I don't. She's right again. Like always.*

My DadHe is indeed sick. He misses Hikari too much. This -believe it or not- influenced Hikari. Out of the blue, Hikari asked me to return to Indonesia. Well, well...

PapapWith the deadline of his thesis coming, he sleeps less -which is a BIG surprise-, and he's losing more weight... and hair. His only consolation is most of his friends suffer the same thing.

Me?Let me see...-->My mood is improving. Thanks to the gift from Papap (written earlier). The gift surprisingly made us, at first, curious, and then involved us in a really deep discussion, which eventually turned into a rising argument. We haven't had any conclusion yet, but I'm sure I'll win because 1) I'm more selfish than Papap. I have to win. 2) Papap doesn't like argument. He'd rather leave it to me as I please...-->I still have 4 unfinished drafts (redundant, eh?) which I've got to make them finish before mid of March, or... I'm in trouble.Have you ever wondered why deadlines always come at the same time?-->I let my hair grow longer. Papap called me 'gonjes' already. He always believes that I and long hair are bad equation. It's not that I don't want to cut it short, I just don't feel like going out where it's cold. Freezing cold. And rainy. So, my recent pictures will be me and my silly long hair. Not to mention spiky, bushy, and messy.-->Two weeks from now, Papap is going to an out-of-town conference for a week. I've already sensed nervousness in myself. I've never been alone with Hikari only, before. Don't get me wrong. I so adore Hikari, but being with him 24 hours for 7 days is another story! You haven't asked Hikari. He is probably more nervous than I am... Wish me luck. I really need it.-->In two-week time, Papap and I have to 'brainwash' Hikari about Papap's trip. We have to tell him from now on that for a week there will be just himself and me... Waks! Hikari is rather unique about this. He requires both of us to be present. When one of us is out of his sight, he usually gets very cranky.-->Oh, we cancelled the second trip to Nakazato ski-jo (ski resort) because of Papap's tight schedule. To compensate for this, the three of us are going to _ _ _ _ _ _ for the Spring holiday. Bib, fill in the blank, please... :))

Today Papap gave me an early birthday present. A way early. Two weeks early.No big deal, it's a treat! Ho ho ho... it's a superb treat, sugoii puresento, great! (*okay, okay, stop right here!)I won't tell you what the gift is for a lot of reasons. It's, however Papap said, to encourage me with my new hobby...!!! Aye, aye!!!

Pak Le' wants to know how weird I am. Well, to think of it, I'm sure I'm the most sane (sanest?) person in the world. That's right!But, I agree to tell him, 5 weirdest things about me. For the sake of world peace... (I still think these are sane, though)

1) I think I'm sane when I say: I CAN'T STAND PUBLIC TOILET, along with other private toilets. The thought of going to public toilet can make me hold my nature calls.I usually hold my 'needs' when I'm outside, and 'outside' includes the office (now, I'd been employed for 10 years!). And, I'm never quick in the toilet, mine or public. The long queue in front of the public toilet just make me more nervous, and take me longer to finish what I've got to finish in the toilet. My solution is: either I avoid a long-queued public toilet, or I tell people not to wait in front of my box.

2) I spend at least 45 minutes in the bathroom. No matter how hard I try to quicken my 'bathing activities', I always bath for more than 45 minutes (Imagine what happen when I get up late and have a meeting to attend).I think this is hereditary. All of my family members also take a long time in the bathroom, except my mom. When we were kids, my mom put a big (and cheap) portrait of Monalisa on the bathroom wall. It was supposed to freak us out so we finished bathing quicker. It didn't work. We simply turned our back on the picture when we bathed.ps: the Monalisa portrait is indeed scary!

3) I have a paranoia for dirt, stain, anything that's dirty or anything that I suspect dirty. I avoid touching dirty object, and I teach this to my son. I wash my hands hundred times a day. I wash all my clothes right after I wear them; I don't hang them although they 'look' clean enough to wear again the next day. I used to bring spare clothes when I rode a motorcycle because I thought I could see the dirt all over me (Jakarta, remember?!). Then, when I arrived in my destination, I would change my 'motorcycle-riding' clothes with the spare ones. I also change my bedsheet as often as possible, like once every two days. I don't permit anyone using my bed as a 'living room' meaning playing, chatting, gathering in the bed. And, oh, washing up before going to sleep is a must, and it is imposed in my house.*Come to think of it, I'm sure I was the only kid who was able to produce no stain on my clothes whenever I ate ice cream*.

4) I don't know why but I NEVER consider animals CUTE. Sorry.

5) Well, may be, the weirdest thing in my life is Papap. Amazingly, surprisingly, luckily, he CAN stand me. *He never comments, he never complains*. Weird enough, I never drive him crazy. I do drive my parents, my bros, and my friends crazy most of the time, though.

Now, I'm supposed to ask the same thing to you, especially Bibib and Ully. What are the 5 weirdest things about you?

Indonesia, Let's Educate

About Me

Proud of being an Indonesian, and even prouder of being a mom of a great son. Have a wonderful husband whose feeling of romantism lies in his heart, not his action. Have a big family who can -literally- create one platoon of army (and that's not because of the quantity). Have a bunch of jobs, including a teacher and a writer. Have a long list of wishes, including owning a bookstore, setting up my own school, traveling around the world, and publishing my own books. The only things I don't have in my life are: regrets, and a nice hairstyle!